Re: Rocket Raccoon & Enid Sinclair
At the mention of a date, Rocket snorted. "Good, cos that ain't happenin' in this round. No offense or nothin'. I just ain't the sort to do that." That meaning any of it. Rocket was perfectly content with his own company. Matter of fact, he enjoyed watching others crash and burn with the whole dating and relationship schtick. Then there were the ones that stuck, and they were ok too. Whatever floated anyone's boat.
"Wait," is ears perked, whiskered muzzle twitching. "What the hell you mean by 'wolf out'?"